Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Thar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Dilettante hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He carries a battered hand crossbow and tarnished scythe as well. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ronk fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A 5'4" western man, he wears a blue tunic with brown highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born to a Performer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Tailor. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 60 gp. Chrysoberyl (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. He carries a battered hand crossbow and tarnished morningstar as well. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dwarves in Oskar's homeland. Oskar decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bookbinder. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 70 gp.